None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give.

-Dryden,John
  Aureng-Zebe, act 4, sc.1.

O cease! must hate and death return, Cease! must men kill and die? Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn Of bitter prophecy. The world is weary of the past, Oh, might it die or rest at last!

-Shelley, Percy Bysshe
  'Hellas', l.1096^101.